This passion inside of me, suppressed so many times
Denied to be told, captive by only me
My time deprived state allowing me no time to think
Enough is enough of this repression; I should have known I need this

In the everyday life, to make passions reality
This intensity urging me forward
The first step into the unknown
Having to trust that this instinct, this urge cannot be wrong
That there is no other way.

Letting yourself go letting yourself be
Fulfilled, What a concept.
Happiness such a fleeing thing
Seeping trough my hands as invisible whispers of magic

Inspiration all around me, so much so to live an ordinary life I had to blind myself
Dull my sense; overload my system with the monotonousness.
This quivering inside of me never letting go
I have to do what I was meant to, this urge is too strong

Threatening to destroy me from the inside
The urge to create was never before held captive as such a sweet prisoner
The fear of getting lost into this urge, the fear it will overwhelm me,
Make me loose focus, make me loose sight of my everyday life.

Why haven’t I created in too long, what my soul is craving for,
I feel there is not enough blank space in this universe to write all the words I need to express, not enough canvas to cover everything inside of me dying to get out.
I fear that I will get lost in the translation, lost in the passion, the bliss that comes from creating. I fear I will loose myself to gain my true self back

I fear I will refuse to be limited by the reality of everyday life,
Loose any want to be apart of the monotone everyday banter
Regardless of the people that I love holding me there.
I fear that if I take this first step. I will loose everything IV worked so hard for.

I guess it really comes down to risking it all,
As all important things are in life
Suspended in the in-between
Fearing taking that step, knowing I cannot live without.